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Robyn Hitchock

Discussion in 'Archived Threads 2001-2004' started by Grant B, Mar 19, 2003.

  1. Grant B

    Grant B Producer

    Mar 29, 2000
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    I stumbled upon The Museum of Robyn Hitchcock; it's a great site if you are a fan. Robyn played London for his 50th Birthday and Alan Rickman read a poem written by Robyn.
    Generally I am put off by poetry but you can almost hear Robyn reading this in his own peculiar way.


    If death is not the end, I'd like to know what is.

    For all eternity we don't exist,
    except for now.
    In my gumshoe mac, I shuffled to the clifftop,
    Stood well back,
    and struck a match to light my life;
    And as it flared it fell in darkness
    Lighting nothing but itself.

    I saw my life fall and thought:
    Well, kiss my physics!
    Time is over, or it's not,
    But this I know:
    Life passes through us like the blade
    Of bamboo growing through the prisoner pegged down in the glade
    It pierces your blood, you screaming head -
    Life is what happened to the dead.

    Forever we do not exist
    Except for now.
    Life passes through us like a beam
    Of charcoal green - a golden gleam,
    The opposite of how it seems:
    It's not you that goes through life
    – life is the knife that cuts your dream
    Around the seam
    And leaves you turned on in the stream, laughing with your mouth open,
    Until the stream is gone,
    Leaving you cracked mud,
    Not even there to be absent,
    From the heartbeat of a dying fish.

    In bed, upstairs, I feel your pulse run with the clock
    And reach your hand
    And lock us with our fingers
    As if we were bumping above the Pole.
    Yet I know by dawn
    Your hand will be dry bone
    I'll have slept through your goodbye,no matter how long I wake.

    Life winds on,
    Through Cheri and Karl who can no longer smell chocolate,
    Or see with wonder wind inflate the sail,
    Or answer mail

    Life flies on
    Through Katy who was Catherine but is bound for Kate
    Who looks over her shoulder at the demon Azmodeus,
    And sees the Daily Mail

    (I clutch my purse. I had it just now.)

    Life slices through
    The frozen butter in the Alpine wreck.

    (I found your photo upside down
    I never kissed a girl so long,
    So long, so lovely or so wrong)

    Life is what kills you in the end
    And I can cry
    But you won't be there to be sorry
    You were made of life

    For ever we did not exist
    We woke and for a second kissed.
  2. Will_B

    Will_B Producer

    Mar 6, 2001
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    I just picked up Robyn's new Soft Boys album whose name I don't recall (and the web-only "side three") and liked it well enough to reccomend.

    Have you heard it, and can you tell me what the Mr. Kennedy song is about? I am guessing it is the journey of Kennedy's casket but not sure.
  3. Patrick Larkin

    Patrick Larkin Screenwriter

    May 8, 2001
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    If you like Robyn Hitchcock and Bob Dylan, be sure to check out Robyn Hitchcock's "Robyn Sings." Its a 2-disc set of Bob Dylan covers.

    Oh, and the Storefront Hitchcock DVD is tremendous and can be had for like $6 from Deep Discount DVD.

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